Emotional Boys 1990

07

"Come on Marshall, don't tease me" I grumble, not excited by the fact he's taking his liberties to do whatever he pleases.

I gave him the green light and he wants to soak up every second of it.

"Naw, I wanna have my fun too, I'm still looking for revenge on that punishment you gave me a week ago" he purrs, his hot breath fanning onto my neck as he speaks. The next thing I know, his thumb is rubbing my clit through my panties, lips frantically attacking my neck.

"Shit, you taste so good" he's clearly referring to my skin and I can't help but appreciate the comment. I had exfoliated my skin with a sugar scrub early today in the shower and I'm glad to say it clearly paid off.

"You're so sweet tasting... Fuck Esdeath, how does everything about you manage to be perfect..?" He asks me, continuing to make me moan as his thumb rubs circles on my now anxiously sensitive clit.

Fuck him...

Well, yes, I will be fucking him if he ever gets to it... eventually...

Though his teasing is annoying, I love how he's talking to me. I feel like I'm the fucking best bitch to ever exist thanks to him.

His lips trail from my neck to my tits. Bra removed from earlier, hurriedly coming in the door. This gives him access to my nipples, and he uses this leverage heavily. He nips, sucks, bites, and licks them, causing me to feel even more ecstatic.

The feeling of coming undone under him is so foreign to me. Not just with him. I have never been under a man before. I have always been in control. It's how I roll. Damn, I can rhyme, fuck Marshall, I'm the rapper now.

"Fuck Marshall... how are you so good at this shit...?" He's my age, but seventeen -for the average older teenager- is young to be experienced. I had some interesting interactions that led me to learn about the BDSM world, and after that, I dove straight in.

I don't know how long he was with this Kim girl, but it may have been his first relationship... I'm not sure, but his skills are insanely impressive. It's not just his dick.

"You ain't the only one that studies shit, I been reading your books" he whispers in my ear, his voice dripping with a honey-like tone.

This turns me on to no end. Not only did he pay enough attention to take a look at my bookshelf, but he specifically noticed the ones on sex, not only this, but he actually took time to read.

That seems impossible for Marshall... but I guess if it's kinky sex-related, what boy wouldn't read it?

"Oh fuck, ok, please just fuck me already" I moan, still making sure not to sound too desperate or whiny. He ain't getting too much from me. No way.

His dick prods at my inner thigh, restricted to his boxers. It only turns me on more... surely he's frustrated with waiting for himself... is he not?

"Fine... though it's fun as fuck to get you worked up like this, I'm just teasing myself at this point" He chuckles, grabbing both of my wrists in the grasp of one of his hands, making me blush at how my small wrists perfectly complement the size of one of his hands alone.

He raises my arms over my head, pressed harshly into the mattress as he balances himself on them, crushing the nerves in my wrists momentarily. It hurts, but I enjoy pain so it only makes me groan lowly, watching him use his other hand to pull his boxers off.

After this, he releases my wrists, diving his face into the crook of my neck, panting in my ear with excitement as he grips the hem of my panties, pulling them down quickly before chucking them behind us. "Mmm, you're the best fucking thing that's happened to me Esdeath... shit" he groans in my ear as he teases my clit with his tip before slowly sliding through my entrance.

I moan at his words, though not finding a single lie in them. I mean come on? He's dating the most popular girl at school -most attractive in my opinion- who's also a freak and also letting him live with her. What the fuck else could he want?

I mean come on, I'm fucking Esdeath Domitia, you either wanna be with me or be me! No, I will not humble myself. There is nothing to humble myself about.

I was honestly shocked by his size considering his anatomy, but he fits incredibly, touching all the right places in a way that easily takes me to a feeling of euphoria.

"Shit, you feel so fucking good" he moans, thrusting out of me in a slow but powerful fashion, circling his hips perfectly, making me throw my head back by proxy. Holy shit, he's fucking incredible at this...

"Marshall, oh god!" I whimper, legs wrapping around his waist just as he requested. My hands run through his short hair, slowly traveling to his neck and then to his back.

"damn, your pussy takes me so well" He grumbles in my ear before nibbling at it drowsily, slow and sloppy, but incredible nonetheless, sending shocks through me.

He pushes in and out of me in insanely riveting motions, slowly picking up his speed but keeping the pressure of the thrusts and the rolling of his hips the same, satisfying me on all levels.

The heat of him moaning in my ear, breath attacking my psyche. The feeling of him moving in and out of me. The twitching of my legs as he leads me over the edge. My nails digging into him, definitely going to result in large red marks down his back immediately after the fact, most likely to last all the day after.

That's what he wants is it not?

"I'm- fuck Marshall! I'm gonna come!" I shout loudly, lip quivering, head thrown back. This only offers him leverage to lick my neck, planting kisses occasionally, his hot panting against the delicate skin sending chills through the rest of my body.

"come, come for me baby" sounding as though he's begging rather than commanding. I find it incredibly hot. Even in this situation, he knows I'm still in control.

I'm always in control.

My body withstands him thrusting into me once more before it succumbs to the exhilarating and utterly intoxicating feeling of my release. Nothing else stands in the world within this moment of ecstasy.

"Fuck!" Marshall shouts and soon I feel him filling me up, having reached his own form of heaven.

***

Kisses are pressed on my stomach repeatedly, his body resting in between my legs as I sip on the hot chocolate he made me.

I personally view it as a crime to drink hot chocolate at any other time than around Christmas time, despite not being a Christian. It's just a very specific seasonal thing to me. However, I craved the warm, chocolate drink tonight and I trusted Marshall enough to boil the water and pour it over the two teaspoons of the cocoa powder. Luckily he succeeded, and it's incredibly delicious. I don't like it made any other way than with boiled water and I get concerned when any other idea is brought up. Milk? Fuck no. Sorry, it just doesn't work.

"I... I think I'm starting to fall in love with you... is that- is that too soon...?" he mumbles to me, looking up at me with eyes full of nervous wonder, hoping he'll get a positive response.

Lucky for him, I'm willing to deliver.

"Not really. We're young, though the politics breed pessimism in me, you've got more optimism. I mean, we live together, we're intimate as fuck together, we trust each other on a further level than the average teen couple... cause you have to given our arrangement... plus we get along really well... so while yes, if we're looking at the period of our relationship in contrast to others, it's soon... but if you throw in the circumstances... naw, it's not too soon" I muttered, running my hand through his hair.

I enjoy looking at his precious, freckle-covered, blue-eyed, button-nosed face, but I've been passing glances at his muscular back.

Damn, every detail of him is perfect.

"Mmm, yeah... yeah you're right... I think we're soulmates" He smiles to himself, resting his head on my stomach, half joking about the soulmate comment... I think...